A female figure stood within the forest, listening closely to her surroundings. There was the light sound of her breaths, the thrumming of her heart, though the natural hum of the forest had died down to a whisper. The fauna had seemed to quiet with apprehension, the cries of birds growing distant and the chirp of bugs subdued. All around the woman was towering trees with thick, brown bark of varying shades and branches that clawed out at the sky and the undergrowth underneath. The sky was mostly concealed by the trees, leaving only afternoon sunlight that filtered through emerald colored leaves and thin, deep green needles. Surrounding the young woman were other people, men and women alike. They all wore leather, tribal style clothing, and armor. All shared intricate sleeves of tattoos on their right arms and also shared the common trait of red facial paint and feathers woven into their thin braids. One could assume they were readied for battle, which was confirmed by the medieval weapons they wielded. Among them were mostly spears, axes, tomahawks, long knives, a few bows, and even a studded whip. The fact that a few of the group of twelve appeared to be large wolves clued in that all were werewolves, one of the three most common races of this world. In the dimness of the wilderness, they waited with bated breath. A tall male next to a shorter, brown haired female perked up and whispered to her in a rough tongue, "Kai. You hear that?" The female, Kai, perked up as well and looked around as others did the same. "What was that?"the male asked her quietly. Standing with rigid muscles, Kai's eyes shifted back and forth. "Sounded a lot like the sound a blade makes when it meets the air..."she mumbled a response in the same odd language. Others murmured their agreements, beginning to argue as to whether they should investigate or not. After all, this meeting was expected to be tense since all three main races were meeting to converse. The mixing of their races never ended well since vampires, werewolves, and elves had always had a bloodied history in this realm. The alpha of this particular pack had sent his warriors to back up the werewolf king. While there were many werewolf packs led by alphas and not monarchs, they had all managed to elect a representative for them under the title of king. Danali Swiftfoot was a more likable man, respecting the boundaries of the packs and their general desires. While Kai and the others would have much rather followed their own alphas, it was best they were out of the way. Alert, all of the werewolves suddenly heard a new sound. A loud, mournful howl slashed through the silence. The message was clear. The wolf king was dead, done in by one of the other leaders or their guards. All of the werewolves were aware of what was to be done if the king had been assaulted and murdered. They all tilted their heads back and released their own rallying cries, making it even clearer that they were on their way. Rage twisted in Kai's gut, the mere thought of some arrogant vampire or cowardly elf running a knife through the mighty werewolf's ribs while he was mid speech making her blood boil. Her howl was bitter and harsh, melding in with the howls of her fellow warriors. Now they were tearing across the forest towards the sound, some leading the chase as wolves on thundering paws. The forest flashed by Kai as she ran forth, yanking her tomahawks free of her belt. In a flash, she had assumed a partial shift, stripping herself of both clothing and armor to leave her as a bipedal wolf with her lips pulled back into a snarl. They all followed the sound of snarls and steel to a large clearing where grass gave way to dirt and trees gave way to sparse ferns. Here as expected, fighting had began. Pale skinned vampires grappled with the few wolf guard members that had flanked the king, tall, lean elves joining in. Guardsmen and warriors of various species clashed, blood splattering upon the ground and clotting in the dirt. The sight of the werewolf king, strewn on the ground with his great bear skin cloak covered in blood and run ragged with blades earned a feral roar from Kai's maw. Common sense was gone and replaced with more feral wolf instincts. Rushing forth behind the other werewolves, she looked over to see a stream of elven and vampiric warriors enter the clearing and join the fight. The first vampire she neared received a tomahawk slash to the face, a mighty swing of Kai's blade catching the unsuspecting first victim. A sickening crack ensued when Kai pried the blade from the vampire's now mangled face. It hissed angrily and attempted to lash out with a spear, Kai easily dodging the feeble attack and slamming a fist down onto the back of the man's head to send him into the ground. The next vampire presented herself, black hair in disarray and deadly fangs bared menacingly. Red eyes met golden ones and their snarls tried to dominate each other. This vampire wasn't as easy to kill, using her advanced speed to dart around and dodge Kai's wild slashes. One of the vampire's daggers slashed Kai's chest and left a shallow wound, a mere glancing blow that she couldn't feel due to her mounting adrenaline. The vampire danced around some more and when she lunged forth again to try to land another slash, Kai had been prepared and two tomahawk blades rushed down to meet the enemy's back. They cut through the black leather vest the woman had worn, slicing through flesh. The vampire fell with a thud, bleeding and writhing. Muttering a hasty prayer to one of the many warrior spirits, she swung down and caught the dying vampire by the neck. Blood splattered forth in a gruesome display. As much as Kai may have believed vampires were evil enough to bleed out, her religion prevented her from killing without mercy. A Wood elf nearby punched an arrow through a vampire's unprotected throat and more followed, lodging feather deep. The elf turned its attention to Kai now, taking aim. Before Kai could dodge, an arrow caught her shoulder and pierced half way through, pain assaulting her system and eliciting another roar. Her roar mingled with that of her fellow warriors as they fought or fell to their deaths all around. Death was coming rapidly and snatching away lives of any race, turning the ground red in a bloodbath. Angered by her wound, Kai moved her uninjured shoulder and poised to throw. A tomahawk sliced through the air and met the archer's chest with a thunk. Jogging forwards, Kai slashed or snapped at the throats of any enemy that dared to get in her path. She reached the corpse and used brute strength to free her blade from the man's breastbone, causing gore to splatter her boots. To her utter dismay, Kai watched as more vampires and elves fled in. The werewolves were already outnumbered, though a few were in the process of tossing vampires and elves aside in beast like fury. Still, the threat of loss was high. Kai was never one to back down though, nor did she recognize the possibility of death. Having been spotted standing towards the outside of the clearing, seven vampires sprinted towards her with great speed. The first one that reached her aimed a flying kick to her chest. Due to her strength, she was merely displaced instead of hurled aside. Scrambling to maintain her balance, the bottom of one tomahawk collided with the vampire's chin with a loud crack. The other vampires soon flooded in, surrounding her and slashing at her with long knives. In pain and fury, Kai released another beast like roar. It rumbled in her throat, snout scrunched up in a snarl to expose long teeth. Flailing her arms out to try to knock the vampires away, all but two dodged. The two that hadn't moved had been cut down with a sharp hissing sound, being forced to limp off with grievous wounds. Before Kai could ready her tomahawks again, a sudden burning pain reached her ribs. Casting her attention downwards, she saw a silver dagger embedded in her flesh. A low moan of pain rattled her body and the flesh around the wound sizzled angrily, the fur giving way to reddened flesh. Tomahawks dropped, Kai swung out and tried to punch the vampire in the face. Instead, the young male vampire had pulled the knife out harshly and sidestepped away. However, Kai's blow had reached another vampire and knocked them off of their feet. The vampire hit the ground and Kai was about to shove a clawed paw into their face when another jolt of searing pain overtook her body. This time a long slash had been sliced across her chest, being deep. The pain took her breath away and led her to drop to her knees, another inaccurate blow taking out the wrong vampire. The she wolf's mistake was met by the silver dagger being buried into her already injured shoulder, the wound above an intricate crescent moon that was hidden within her sleeve of tattoos. The blood trickled over the moon, staining it red. Whining like an injured dog, Kai felt fist blows from surrounding vampires. They felt dull on her skin, hardly anything when compared to the pain brought on by the silver. Clawing wildly, a few groans and hisses confirmed hits. She had managed to fend off most of the group, but the young one with the dagger was persistent. He sent a knee into Kai's chest wound, making her double over. When doubled over, the vampire slashed her back with the silver dagger, leading to more burning. Falling onto the ground on her stomach, Kai reached for her tomahawks. Deftly, the vampire kicked them away with a hissing sound alike to a laugh. Just as he raised the knife and readied to plunge it into her throat, a werewolf kicked him away. Those two began to brawl, leaving Kai on the outskirts of the clearing in a pool of her own blood. She tried to push herself to her feet and failed, whimpering and flopping back down with a thud. Her claws dug into the ground, muscles twitching feebly. Reverting to a smaller and less obvious human looking form, Kai squirmed into the bushes to recover. Within the foliage, she rested her cheek on the ground and saw the fight unfold. More discomfort wracked her body, making her whimper again and bite a nearby stick. It snapped easily within her jaws, leaving her unsatisfied. More bodies littered the ground in bloodied heaps, the clash of fists, metal and fangs continuing. As the blood seeped into the ground a dying warrior stabbed his spear into the ground. A large crack formed in the ground, making a jagged scar in the earth. Blood seeped into the crack as the dying warrior fell beside it. For now, it seemed pretty insignificant. For what seemed like forever in Kai's suffering state, the battle raged on until at last, the survivors either fled or lingered to briefly check their dead. Kai was left laying on the ground, bleeding heavily. Vision fading, her mouth began to go dry and hang out as she panted. half laying in the bushes and half out, her body was sprawled out a few feet away from her discarded tomahawks. Biting her tongue to avoid whimpering, Kai hoped that no one would come around to do her in. If she was lucky, she could wait it out and maybe drag herself off, though it seemed bleak. Kai had not yet considered death, instead praying softly to her spirits.